The broken rainbow retracted the colorful clouds of the rain, and a faint clear wave entered the distance.
At the entrance of Yanchun Alley.
The luxurious carriage stopped quietly. The wheels no longer crushed the limestone. The setting sun pulled out a long and winding shadow that reflected on the ground and the wall.
Qin Qianqiu was in the carriage.
An Le was outside the carriage.
Qin Qianqiu lifted the curtain and looked at the white-robed young man who walked out of the alley. Ever since he started paying attention to An Le, he naturally knew that the young man would come to Yanchun every day to buy a pot of old yellow wine, so he had been waiting here long ago.
His condescending gaze carried a hint of scrutiny. His powerful mental power spread and intertwined in and out of the car.
An invisible pressure fell on An Le's shoulder like a mountain, just like how Luo Qingchen wanted An Le to bow down in the carriage.
